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- Princess Julieta of Bulgaria.

- I am not only
exceptionally beautiful.

I am also mistress of deceit.

Vodkatonica?

- I've finally met someone
and she's tender and gentle.

- Tell me more about Rabbit.

How's he coping?

- Why me?

That secret society, it's real.

- I know, I told you.

- I should be out there
saving the girl I love

from the gallows.

- You mean you're
gonna bust me out on your own?

- Yeah, 'cos I love yer.

And always will!

Nooooo!, Flora!

You would.

The shit!

- Police!

We're coming in.

- No, this ain't how it looks.

- Right, because it looks
like you've murdered

Mr. Larkham and then written
some weird shit on the wall.

Though, to be honest with you,
Rabbit,

I think the murder makes
a big enough point.

- No, this is a stitch-up.

Someone's come in here,
they've done this horror

while I was asleep,
and they've scarpered

and they've tipped you off.

- Nick him, Keith.

- Alright.

I didn't kill Larkham and
I've never used this knife.

Until now, obviously.

- Please don't slice Mr. Rabbit,
sir.

I've got a wife and kids.
- He doesn't care.

- Your wife's just had a boy,
hasn't she?

- Yes, Sydney.

Born on the 4th of November.

That's Bonfire Night.

- Bonfire Night's the
5th November, you moron.

- Yeah, no,
you're doing very well.

Your Sydney will be proud.

- You'll hang for this, Rabbit.

You'd better run, Rabbit.

- And that is why,
and I can hardly believe

I'm saying this,
Inspector Rabbit

is the most wanted
man in London.

He is highly dangerous
and you are authorised

to shoot if necessary.

- This can't have been Rabbit.

Okay, yeah,
he's a little bit unstable,

his girlfriend was hanged
and he hated Larkham,

but I'm 90, alright,
I'm 55% certain he didn't do it.

- And why would he
paint I am the Weaver?

He loathes handicrafts.

- He's guilty!

A child can see it.

A chimp on a toilet can see it.

A goat on a garage can see it.

- Do we know the writing
is even in Rabbit's hand?

I mean this is a long shot,

but are there other
examples of messages

Rabbit wrote on walls in blood?

- Whack it in, Keith.

- Look, compare the handwriting.

The W is clearly of a
different cursive script.

- All other cases suspended.

All suspensions suspended.

Everyone, including you two,
hunt the Rabbit.

- We have to find Rabbit
before Tanner does.

- Strauss,
you need to know something,

I joined a society
that's just for women.

- Oh, how modern.

I wonder if there's a
society just for men?

- Strauss, there's thousands.

- There are they thinking
about it. Sorry, carry on.

- Well, one lady there
got a lot of information

out of me about the police.

Rabbit in particular.

- Do you think...
- She set Rabbit up?

Yeah.

- I hope you don't mind
me saying this but you

were very foolish to trust this
contemptuous scheming woman.

- Yeah.

She also did the
same thing to you

because she's your girlfriend.

- Ridiculous!

I trust Clementine.

- She's not called Clementine.

- With all my heart.

She's good and she's
kind and she values me.

- She's got a
heart of pure evil.

She played you like the spoons.

I don't expect you
to take that well,

but could you?

It would really help.

- You just can't
see me being happy

because you're not happy.

I'm gonna find my Clementine.

- Lydia!

- Right away,
and she'll set you straight.

How could someone I
consider the good friend

spread such slander and fancy?

- Yeah,
but we've got to find Rabbit.

- Lies!

Misnomers!

- Clemmie, it pains me to
tell you this, but Mabel,

who I once considered a friend,

tells me that you...

you were rather playing
me like the spoons.

- Come on, bring it in.

I thought we were
gonna have babies

and collect modern furniture,

and be much admired
locally for being kind

to the servants.

- Yeah,
that's all any of us want.

- The Inspector is
in terrible danger.

How do we find him?

- There's one person
who's bound to help us.

- Fuck off, coppers.

I don't know where he is,
and if I did,

I wouldn't tell scum like you.

- But Gwen, you know us.

- Do I?

Do I really?

- Hang on, what's that note
that says to Strauss and Mabel?

- Oh, yeah.

That come in the second post.

It must be from him.

Sorry, I've been busy.

Loads of electric light
workers coming in.

Bleedin' hard graft.

They deserve a few jars
at the start of a shift.

- Yes, they say the lights
will turn night into day.

No more muggers or
child razor gangs.

- That's my core clientele
you're talking about.

- It just says "Forget me."

- How could I?

Even if I wanted to,
and I do often want to.

- Maybe he's closer
than you think.

Maybe he's just
a few yards away.

- Yes, yes.

He's amongst us in
disguise and working

to clear his name.

Oh, Gwen, I could kiss you.

- Come on then.

- Well, I am single now,
but all the same...

You're awfully good at that.

Let's be on our way.

Goodness me.

- Inspector!

Very close.

Okay, it's fine.

- The Elephant Man.

- He might know
where to find Rabbit.

- Wait, what if that is Rabbit.

- It's us!

- Hey, not the hood!

People won't pay if they
can see me for nothing.

Merrick don't freak for free.

- I'm terribly sorry,
but we thought you were Rabbit.

You were tearing
down the posters.

- Yes, I sodding well am,
because some half wit

from the station was
plastering them over these.

20 pounds a ticket,
so none of your riff-raff.

All they have to do
is throw a switch.

Ker-chunk.

Then it's back up
the money barrow,

'cos the Elephant
gotta get paid.

- Do you know where Rabbit is?
- I wish.

I want him to pose
for my new wax works.

Chamber of Chills.

I changed one word so
Tussauds can't sue.

- That is not what a
friend would do to a pal

at rock bottom.

- Darling, when you think
you've hit rock bottom

there's always
somewhere lower to go.

- Lower to go.

- Maybe he's closer
than you think.

Maybe he's just
a few yards away.

- London sewers.

Best in the world they say.

Ah, Mr. Merrick,
I could kiss you.

- Thought you'd never ask.

- Yes, this seems to
be happening a lot.

It was just a figure of...

Blimey,
that was quite something.

Cor, what a day.

- That's another dog egg there,
Rabbit.

You wanna get that.

- Right you are,
Murky John.

- Pooches eat all sorts.

Ha'penny bits.

Earrings.

I've found 'em all when I've
cracked open the dog shits.

- Inspector!

- Inspector Rabbit?
- He's gone.

I'm what's left.

Just a low down,
filthy shit peddling tosher.

- Well, no,
you're more apprentice level.

He has potential, but we don't
want it going to his head.

- Inspector, we're gonna
find out who framed you,

but we need your help.

We believe in you!

- It's too late, sweetheart.

- Fuck that!

We've hauled ourselves
through Hades for you.

We've been tied up and
shot at and heartbroken

and generally biffed about.

And we never gave up on you,

so you don't get to play the
yellow belly and give up now.

Quitters can suck my big
fat grey Dreadnought,

because I will not
fucking have it.

Sir!

- Alright, let's smash it!

- Yes!

- Which tunnel gets us to
Shoreditch High Street?

- That one.
- Right!

- Rabbit, I see you gotta go,
but remember,

there's always a
place for you here,

finding treasure
amongst the sheer shit

of five million Londoners
and their pets, eh?

- All the best.

- She's left nothing.

- Why does Tanner
hate you so much?

Because it isn't just that bomb,
is it?

- Well,
we were partners way back when.

- Oh, went sour, did it?

- No, before that we was lovers.

- Didn't see that coming.

- Well, it can be a lonely job.

I mean the shagging
was top notch.

We were banging away at
all angles of the clock.

And my arse was going up and
down like a fiddler's elbow.

Then I got promoted
and he got the 'ump.

- Don't think I'm
changing the subject,

but I've found a bus ticket.

- Look.

Freaky glasses.

- A broom.

A bus ticket and green goggles.

- This is just the sort
of pause we get before

one of us cracks it.

Hold on.

No.

- The eye and the arrow,

which is their symbol,
but what does it mean?

- Well, they seem to
see everything, but how?

- Fish heads, penny a suck.

Fish heads, penny a suck.

Fish heads.

Fish heads.

Yeah,
they're still in your old room.

It's the same three.

- Now you listen to me,
I'm coming for you.

I don't know who you are,
but I know you're using

these urchins for
your eyes and ears.

When I find you...
- You bell!

- Where are they?

- Don't know who
you're on about.

- Ooh, look,
it's a ten bob note.

Think of all the torn clothes
you could buy with this.

- Why would I want torn clothes,
you twat.

I want clothes that aren't torn.

- An urchin with aspirations.

Where are they?

- 20 Harrow Place.

- Rhubarb,
rhubarb, rhubarb.

Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb,
rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.

- We've got an address!

- Well, there's 22 and 18.

But no 20.

- It must be one of her tricks.

- Maybe if we pushed the
bricks in the right order

the wall will spin round.

- If you're looking for me,
well, here I am.

- Lydia.
- Clementine.

- Joan?

- I'm not
as young as I was.

Oh.

- Tight squeeze.

Ooh.

Hang on a sec.

Oof.

- Is that my, sorry,
it's my hand.

It's my hand, you're on my hand.

You're on my hand!

- Joan Deacon.

- I keep a fine
collection of names.

But yes.

That was my first.

- I just want to say I knew
you were stringing me along.

- You didn't.

- You so didn't.
But how do you know her?

- An early case.

- Young PC Rabbit.

You'd barely begun shaving.

My mother died when I was 14.

My father was a
rum soaked bastard.

And on my 16th
birthday he arranged

an advantageous marriage.

Advantageous for him.

His friend would
get a young wife,

my father money for rum.

No!

- Shh.

- He sold me for 30 quid.

- What a wanker!

- Oh, Clemmie.

I mean Joan Deacon.

- Sadly,
the wedding was cancelled.

But guess who found me?

Who arrested me?

Who spoke at the trial?

Who asked the judge to
throw me in an asylum.

- Hold your 'orses, girl.

I did that to save
you from the gallows.

- I learned all I need
to know about men.

And you've learnt too,
haven't you, Mabel?

After I escaped the
asylum I joined a group

of women,
women who want to change things.

- Yes.

Sorry, that just came out.

- We are called the Vision.

And we've been building,
growing.

Making friends.

Beamish!

- Surprise, ugly police.

- Oh!

- You remember the Princess.

Best shot in the Balkans.

- Fuck you.

I am the greatest shot in
all of Continental Europe.

I killed once two kings
on a speeding train.

I took out a polar bear
from the top of a mountain.

- And from that angle she
could kill all three of you

with a single high
velocity round.

- Yeah.

Guns.

- Tonight, the East End will
have electric street lights

for the very first time.

- All I have to do
is throw a switch.

Ker-chung.

- Casters are putting electric
lights all down the streets.

- But we have changed the bulbs.

- Electricity.

- Doesn't exist.

Tell him to bugger off.

- The lab say the
prototype is nearly ready.

- Our scientists have
developed a new ray.

It paralyzes the civilized
part of the brain

and awakens the demon in us all.

- Do you know this book
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?

No.

In the day he is a doctor,

but by night he is a mister.

He loses his qualifications.

He is transformed.

- Anyway, when we flick
the switch the people

of the East End will
turn against each other

and they will kill each other.

And when the slums
have been cleared,

we will build a new London,
a city ruled by women.

- But how did you change the
bulbs without people seeing ya?

- I created a distraction.

Kept the police
busy for the day.

- You were the Weaver?

- Yes, that's right.

I've destroyed your life,
Rabbit.

Now you are just another
loose thread to snip.

- The Vision, I wanna be in it.

I have to prove myself
to men over and over

and I've had enough.

Men can be such plonkers.

- You're willing to
kill your companions.

- I'll feel, it,
but I'll do it anyway.

- Show me.

- Whoa there, lady.

- Oh, Mabel, maybe it's
you who is the plonker.

- Lady boss,
shall we drive down an alley

and I do them with a silencer.

- Smashing idea.

- This has all been
very interesting

and everything,
and I've loved every minute,

but there's one thing that
you don't know about me.

- I find that unlikely, what?

- I've got 29 dog
shits in my pocket.

- Go, go, go.

- Oh, my God.

- That was the worst
thing and the best thing

you ever did,
but mostly the worst.

- Admirably vile.

Rabbit, you lay low old chap,

and we'll go and tell
Wisbech everything.

- And then we'll all steam in
and stop the Vision together.

- Sounds like a plan.

- Great.

Now wash your hands.

- This was the house he
was seen leaving, sir.

- Oh, he's been here, alright.

Where is the flu-fluk-fak!

- I dunno, sir.

- He will not be returning,
Sergeant.

This will not be the
Year of the Rabbit.

- Remember how I saved
you from certain death?

- Yeah, tah for that.

- Well, it wasn't charity.

I need your skills.

I need you to find the
man who didn't save you.

Seek,
locate and destroy the Rabbit.

- One dead Rabbit coming up.

- Dad!

Dad!

- Where's Rabbit?

And don't say I don't know.

If I hear that once more
today I'll shit a nail.

- Well, he's not the murderer,
that's certain.

- Us and him went to...
- What?

You're telling me you found
the most wanted man in London

and you didn't bring him in?

What were my orders?

- But we helped him to...
- You found and assisted

the most wanted man in London?

- Well, it sounds bad
when you put it like that.

- You leave me no choice, luv.

No choice.

This breaks my bloody heart.

All officers arrest
Sergeants Wilbur Strauss

and Mabel Wisbech.

- Rabbit, Rabbit,
I've found something.

- Not now, Murky John.

- No, no,
not a bit of brass or tin.

Something that could
clear your name.

- Well show me.

- This way.

- Yeah, yeah.

We are at the gala now.

Everything is in place.

However, I have one concern.

Lady boss's obsession
with the Rabbit

has clouded her judgment.

Once she has achieved
switch-on she will have

fulfilled her function
and then I will kill her.

Yeah, see you later.

For Vodkatonica.

- Let the
dog see the Rabbit.

- Nice.

- I'm sorry, Rabbit.

He promised me a pound.
- How did you find me?

- I simply followed a thread,
bunny boy.

Sniff.

I might have half my face
blown off because of you,

but there's nothing wrong
with the old hooter.

Ah the sweet aromas
of the London sewer.

- Don't you remember
what we had, Tanner?

What we got up to
behind the bins.

You were like a
rat up a drainpipe.

Was it love?

It certainly felt like it to me.

- Shut your mouth!

It's time to say goodbye,
Rabbit.

I'm sending you to hell
for what you did to me.

To drown for all eternity in
the devil's molten cock butter.

- What the?

Flora, you're alive!

- 'cos someone saved me.

More than you did, you bastard.

- No, it was a secret
society of women.

- You never came for me.

- She wouldn't
let me get to yer.

She's using yer.

- More words.

- Nah.

She's gonna kill
everyone in the East End,

normal people like us.

If you're gonna
do me then do me,

but do her as well.

- She's gonna kill
everyone in the East End?

How's she gonna do...

- No, no, Flora!

- Sorry, Rabbit.

- What have you done?

- Inspector Rabbit!

- Rabbit!

- Flora!

- Ladies and gentlemen,
I am Joseph,

the Elephant Man Merrick.

And it is my privilege tonight
to usher you into the future.

- Fuck you.

- The world's first
electric street lighting.

A boon for us all.

Hang on.

Nobody here owns a
candle factory, do they?

- I do.

- Yeah, well,
you're royally fucked old pal,

because when I throw this
switch this hall shall be bathed

in dazzling new
electrical light.

Then all over the East
End the street lights

will turn on in sequence,
making a river of light

bringing brilliance and joy.

Had to say that or
I'll get arse ache

from the marketing chaps.

Anyway, let there be light.

- No, Joe!

- Oh, look, it's my good
friend Inspector Rabbit.

Piss off Rabbit, this is my gig.

- Don't pull that lever.

I didn't follow it all,

but if you do bad
gubbins will come out.

You gotta trust me.

- She's behind this.

And she murdered Larkham too.

- Joan, Lydia, Malcolm,
whatever the fuck.

You're coming with us.

- Can I just clear something up.

If I don't pull this lever,

do I still get paid?

- Not a penny.

- Sorry luvs.

- No!

- You need to put
on the glasses.

- So I do everything.

Chin up and wear it!

- Ooh, the demon was within me.

- I'll get Joan Deacon,
you two get the switch.

- You need to get
them out of the way.

- Look, the theatre
critic for the Times.

- Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Didn't realize I
was so irresistible.

- I'm so sorry, Inspector.

- The thing is, boy,
Flora was a career criminal

with a heart of steel.

And that heart of
steel was made of gold.

And that gold was a diamond.

- We saved London.

A few dead, but not a 100,000.

- No, but it's mostly
poshos that died.

No proper people.

- The trouble is,
the Vision are still at large.

- I might start an
organization like theirs,

just without the, you know,
shitiness and mass murder.

- Alright.

But if there's even a
little bit of mass murder

then I'd have to step in.

- Fair play.

- Nigh-night, girl.

Come on.

- It's time, Wisbech.

- Ain't I done enough for you?

- Oh, let me think.

No.

Those three have caught the
attention of Her Majesty.

She thinks they'll be
perfect for the job.

- What job?

- When she meets them
she'll tell them.